I'm a killer with no emotions

The person in front of me may not be called a person.

When Ning Zhe approached, he saw two small horns growing on his head with loose long hair, but one of them was broken by life, which looked very pitiful.

He was on the verge of death, his eyelids were drooping weakly, and he was barely breathing.

A messy face was covered with blood and flesh, all of which were intricate wounds. The only thing that could be seen was the intact eye.

Unexpectedly, his eye was extremely beautiful.

The long and narrow eye tails were raised slightly, outlining a sharp and ruthless arc, and the blood-red pupils were extremely coquettish, as if filled with intoxicating blood.

This eye gave Ning Zhe a feeling of deja vu.

It seems that long, long ago, he had seen these eyes, and had... destroyed them with his own hands.

This realization made the dagger in Ning Zhe's hand pause and stop at his throat.

[What's wrong] No. 67 asked Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe came back to his senses, shook his head slightly, and looked at the person in front of him quietly with a pair of beautiful narrow phoenix eyes.

Sensing Ning Zhe's gaze, the man's body trembled slightly, his dark and dense eyelashes kept shaking, and a low whimper sounded from his throat, trying to raise his eyes to look at Ning Zhe.

But he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

Ning Zhe couldn't see his face clearly, and didn't recognize him.

But this is not important to Ning Zhe.

At this moment, in his eyes, this person is just a prey waiting to be slaughtered, no different from a dead person.

Ning Zhe raised his dagger and aimed it at the man's throat!The strike is both fast and ruthless.

Seeing that the dagger was about to cut through the man's throat, Ning Zhe's heart suddenly convulsed violently!

It seemed that a sharp knife was churning fiercely in his flesh and blood, trying to prevent him from attacking this person.

Ning Zhe suddenly screamed, the dagger stopped within a short distance from the man, and fell to the ground with a "clang".

Ning Zhe gradually bent down, knelt down on the ground, bent over and clutched his heart and skirt tightly, his whole body twitching in pain.

"Can't let go?"

The black-robed man chuckled, walked slowly behind Ning Zhe, leaned close to his ear, and murmured softly.

"Of course you can't do it, because you are reluctant, Qin Nu, you don't have amnesia at all. You have really tried your best to get close to Gu."

His fingers touched the back of Ning Zhe's neck, caressing gently and slowly, as if extremely gentle, "The crime of deceiving the king is unforgivable, Qin Nu, how do you think Gu should punish you?"

No... no, he just couldn't do it.

As long as there is a killing intent towards this person, his heart will ache as if it is about to burst.

Ning Zhe's face was pale, but he couldn't speak because of the pain, so he could only shake his head desperately.

In the cold weather, he only wore a thin gauze, exposing a large area of ​​white skin on his chest.

Because of the pain, he arched his waist tightly, and his back trembled slightly, outlining a fragile but unyielding arc for no reason, which made people feel inexplicably hot.

The eyes of the man in black robe flashed.

Again.

From this lowly slave, he saw the shadow of Emperor Dayue again.

But these two people, one is a noble god with remnant veins, and the other is a lowly half-demon, there is no comparison.

For the little emperor, the man has pity in his heart, but for this charming young man, he just wants to break his hypocritical backbone, and watch him throw away all his pride and fall into the mud.

The man in black robe glanced at the dying blood man, and suddenly he slightly raised his lips and smiled.

"Qin Nu, don't you like him? For him, you can climb Gu's bed to charm Gu, or you can kneel at Gu's feet and beg Gu. You have done so much for him, but he doesn't know anything. Isn't it wronged?" If you don’t want to let him take a good look, how do you wag your tail and beg for mercy when you are by Gu’s side, begging Gu to favor you?”

With trembling hands, Ning grabbed the black-robed man's sleeve, with big tears pouring out of his eyes, and cried out with difficulty: "No... want..."

The man in black waved away everyone around him, the huge palace was empty, only the three of them were left.

The tortured man lay motionless on the ground, with half-closed eyelids, staring blankly at Ning Zhe.

He pushed Ning Zhe's hand away, tore open his thin clothes slowly, and then lifted his sleeves lightly, and took out an exquisite jade box out of thin air.

He opened the jade box, and took out a round and thick jade pillar from it, the whole body was clear with a warm jade-colored luster.

Ning Zhe realized what it was, his pupils shrank slightly, and he crawled back desperately regardless of his naked body.

The man gently held his ankle and dragged him back.

Like a chicken, he dragged Ning Zhe in front of that person, and opened his two snow-white slender legs in front of that person.

"Qin Nu, do you know why Gu left him with one eye?"

The black robed man hugged Ning Zhe from behind, caressing his smooth chin ambiguously, and asked casually.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes tightly, trembling slightly in his arms, trying to close his legs.

The man smiled lowly, stretched out his hand to part Ning Zhe's delicate lips, and stuffed Yushi into Ning Zhe's mouth, stirring it slowly.

"That's because Gu wanted him to see with his own eyes how you were played by Gu in the palm of his hand."

"Hmm..." Ning Zhe struggled weakly, with a painful whimper in his throat.

The man took out the wet and sticky jade, under the gaze of the man, raised his lips, pushed the jade under Ning Zhe's body, and gently sent it in.

Ning Zhe's pupils were wide open, and he suddenly stopped struggling. Being so violated under the eyes of others seemed to have shattered all his dignity.

He raised his fragile neck, his lips were slightly parted, and his eyes were dull. His whole figure was like a doll that was manipulated by others, and he completely lost the breath of life.

The man gently twitched the object in his hand, and said contemptuously to the man lying on the ground: "Chi Yue, did you see that you, and those slaves who surrendered to you, can only kneel at the lonely feet for the rest of their lives, and can never lift them up?" Get up."

The person known as Chi Yue looked at the obscene scene in front of him, but his expression was numb, as if he didn't care.

"Qin Nu, look, this is the person you want to protect."

The man smiled next to Ning Zhe's ear, "It's so pitiful..."

A teardrop slipped from the corner of Ning Zhe's eyes and fell to the ground, wetting a small piece of ground.

Chi Yue's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the ground.

The black-robed man closed his smile, stared coldly into his eyes for a while, then suddenly threw away Ning Zhe and stood up.

"Come on, clean it up."

He took out the brocade handkerchief, wiped off his sticky fingers one by one, watched Ning Zhe who was in a mess being taken down with heavy eyes, then turned and left.

There was an instant silence in the palace.

Chi Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he blinked very slowly.

A hand slowly grew out from his broken wrist, but after a while, the severed hand returned to its original shape.

He stretched out his fingertips and gently stroked the small piece of ground in front of him that was splashed with tears, and his fingertips were stained with wet marks.

He slowly twirled his fingers, something flashed in his red eyes, so light that it was almost invisible.

……

The servant led the palace servants to wash Ning Zhe's body, brought him back to the bedroom that belonged to him alone, carried him to the couch, and then bowed and retreated.

The man in black robe was sitting by the couch, his unruly eyebrows and eyes were sharp and cold, and he caressed Ning Zhe's cheek with one hand, seemingly thinking about something.

After a while, he said softly to Ning Zhe: "Qin Nu, you should know that your life is spared only because you are still useful."

His fingertips were cold, with an endless chill.

Ning Zhe's body trembled slightly.

The man in black robe pulled a brocade quilt aside, covered him, grabbed his chin forcefully, stared at his lifeless eyes, and said coldly: "Tell Gu, where is the body of the red axe?"

Ning moved his lips, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, and he wailed tremblingly, "I don't know... I don't remember, I really don't remember..."

"It hurts...don't..."

The man in black robe tightened his fingers.

After a while, he let go, without saying anything, only slowly wiped away Ning Zhe's tears with his fingertips, then got up and left the palace.

After he left, Ning Zhe shrank into the quilt and covered his head.

A wisp of smoke gradually escaped from his body, and gradually condensed into a phantom in midair.

"The value of being abused is 20%." No. 67 stared at Ning Zhe under the quilt, with a cold voice.

If it was in the past, Ning Zhe would have lifted the quilt happily and looked at him with a pair of bright eyes.

But now, Ning Zhe is still trapped in the quilt, motionless.

67 couldn't help getting closer to him, a wisp of smoke lightly touched the top of his hair, as if stroking him.

It's just that the wisp of smoke didn't condense into a solid body, so Ning Zhe didn't feel it either.

No. 67 asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

There was a dead silence in the air.

After a moment of silence, the voice of No. 67 suddenly sarcastically said, "Why, do you feel humiliated after being violated? Ning Zhe, don't you have no feelings, and you also feel uncomfortable?"

Ning Zhe moved suddenly, a pair of soft and white hands gently stretched out of the quilt, and pulled the quilt down, revealing a small face the size of half a palm.

He stared at No. 67 with a quiet expression, and said softly, "I can make money now."

No. 67 was about to sarcasm again when Ning Zhe suddenly stretched out his hand and carefully touched the smoke around him, looking pitiful.

"No. 67, I am useful."

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes, his voice was low, and his tone was very obedient, "So, can you not leave me?"

No. 67 paused, and suddenly couldn't say anything.

He stared silently at Ning Zhe's charming and pure phoenix eyes for a long time, and gradually lost his figure.

Not long after, there was a cold "hmm" sound in the air.

Ning Zhe blinked slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. A beam of cold blue flames flashed from the bottom of his dark eyes very quickly, and disappeared instantly.

He lowered his eyes and resumed his quiet and obedient appearance.

That little bit of strangeness just now was not noticed by anyone.